Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Calm down, it's illegal to beat the Minister of Magic." Les tugged on Helga's sleeve.

"You are actually willing to abide by the law?" Hufflepuff looked at his old friend with the eyes of a monster: "If people back then heard this, their eyes would probably pop out, right?"

"It's not about obeying the law, it's about respecting the rules. Times have changed, and we must learn to integrate into the modern era, instead of doing whatever we want based on our seniority and causing trouble for the children." Rice said seriously.

He has always considered himself a principled person.

"It's obviously the juniors who have been causing trouble for us..." Helga muttered, and when Salazar hesitated to speak, she added: "Don't worry, I'm not Godric's kind of person. I want to continue teaching here and try to break that ridiculous curse, but I won’t use my true identity to teach that guy a lesson.”

Helga and Les reached a consensus, and both of them emitted magic waves.

Meanwhile, Fudge is discussing with Dumbledore the possibility of digging the dementors out of the lake.

"These are a hundred dementors. Without them, the pressure on Azkaban's guards would be -"

"The dementors left behind in Azkaban will be very happy, right? After all, there will be less people grabbing food." Dumbledore interrupted Fudge. He knew more about dementors and these dark creatures than Fudge. There are no emotions like humans, and their attitude towards their own kind is limited to the fact that they will not devour their own kind.

Fudge smiled bitterly: It seemed that Dumbledore didn't want him to dig out the dementors.

"What's more, this is impossible. They are buried too deep. I measured it before and the lake water alone is as deep as fifty meters." Dumbledore added on the side. He wanted Fudge to know that whether he was Neither emotionally nor practically could he support his idea of ​​"salvaging" dementors.

"Okay." Fudge leaned down and stared at the bottomless lake, as if he wanted to penetrate the lake with his eyes to find the dementors buried underneath.

"Be careful." Dumbledore felt that Fudge's position was not very safe. From previous measurements, he knew that the lake wall in this area was particularly steep and extended almost vertically. The first step was still on the grassland by the lake. It's a lake fifty meters deep.

"Well, I -" Before Fudge could finish his words, his feet slipped and he fell into the lake with a headbutt posture.

Fudge struggled after falling into the water, but missed the first step. He suddenly panicked, opened his mouth subconsciously, and drank several large gulps of the cold lake water.

Dumbledore on the shore also reacted. He pulled out his wand, swung a rope from the tip of the wand, and threw it towards Fudge.

Hufflepuff on the castle in the distance snorted: Albus, you asked for this. You actually lost your mind by using this kind of magic. She snapped her fingers, and the ground beneath Dumbledore's feet suddenly became slippery.

Dumbledore stumbled, but he quickly regained his balance and did not fall into the lake like Fudge. But it was useless for him to stand firm alone, because Fudge in the lake also grabbed the rope he threw.

Feeling the pull from the wand and the "ready to move" soil under his feet, Dumbledore did not hesitate and directly disconnected the rope conjured by the tip of his wand.

Fudge, who had just grabbed the life-saving rope, fell into the water again and took a sip of water again.

Learning from previous experiences and lessons, Dumbledore used a floating spell to "rescue" Fudge this time, making the soaked Fudge float up from the lake.

After landing, Fudge lay on the ground and retched for a while, feeling like he had vomited out yesterday's dinner.

At the same time, he felt a biting chill. It was already late autumn, and the temperature of the lake was not much higher than zero. It was not pleasant to be soaked in such cold water and take several sips of it.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was an excellent wizard. He skillfully used magic spells to evaporate the lake water from Fudge's body.

Fudge quickly reacted and began to rummage around in his trouser pocket for his wand. Then he made a nightmare discovery: his wand seemed to have fallen into the lake!

He didn't even have time to let Dumbledore finish dehumidifying him before he begged him to fish out his wand with the Flying Charm.

Dumbledore had no reason to refuse, but he flew over and cursed, but the wand did not rise to the surface.

Dumbledore:?

Fudge:? ? ?

"Isn't there an anti-flying charm on my wand?" Fudge scratched his head.

Dumbledore used the Flying Curse again, and this time he felt the feedback from the spell, but the force was nothing like a wand...

Dumbledore pulled hard and finally pulled the wand up. It turned out that Fudge's wand was entangled with a bunch of water plants growing on a boulder. Dumbledore's flying curse pulled up the wand and the stone weighing several hundred kilograms.

After carefully removing the wand from the water plants, Dumbledore handed the wet wand, which was cracked due to excessive force, to Fudge.

Fudge:…

He held the cracked wand and felt the soaked robe on his body. He couldn't help but raise his head and scream - and then a bird droppings hit his cheek accurately.

"Bah bah bah!"

It took Fudge a while to recover from this series of blows.

The considerate Dumbledore helped him clean himself and even dried his wet robes.

"It seems that it is not a good time to travel today." Dumbledore said jokingly: "Would you like to go to Professor Trelawney for a divination?"

Fudge felt a little shaken: Maybe he really should go find a fortune teller?

"She must have hot tea and a sizzling fireplace." Dumbledore said the last straw that impressed Fudge.

"Okay! I feel like I'm really unlucky today!" Fudge decided to go with Dumbledore to see Trelawney. In the worst case scenario, he could also enjoy hot tea and a fireplace, right?

Looking at the two people walking into the castle, Les and Helga showed mysterious smiles: Connelly, you are very brave, aren't you going back to the Ministry of Magic?

On the way to the castle, Fudge kept his nerves tense, fearing that he would encounter another accident, but the journey was uneventful.

The moment he walked into the castle, Fudge immediately breathed a sigh of relief: He was finally safe!

As a result, when he stepped onto the moving stairs of Hogwarts, an accident happened - one step suddenly disappeared, and Fudge suddenly fell in, with one leg stuck between the stairs and unable to move.

Fudge:? ? ?

Has it been too long since I've been back to Hogwarts? Is there such a mechanism on this staircase?

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Here’s the first update. I’ll write the second update after get off work in the evening.